I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Ray's eyes narrowed in contemplation, his grip on her hand tightening even more.

"Ahhh—"

Natalia screamed at the top of her lungs, her nerves strained to the limits, and even her bones creaked continuously under the pressure.

Ray released her hand and looked at her intently. "Anything else? If you dare lie to me, you'll face the consequences."

He muttered, his hand hovering dangerously close to her remaining eye.

"Y-Yes, actually, there are only ten S-class awakeners in the organisation. The rest of us just complete missions for benefits," Natalia said weakly.

"Hmm?" Ray raised an eyebrow.

"Where are they located then?"

"They're spread across numerous countries, hiding among ordinary awakeners, so I don't know," she nearly grovelled on the floor, her eyes still throbbing from the one eye Ray had ripped out.

If it hadn't been for his instant healing, her condition would have been even more miserable even dying might be a possibility, don't underestimate the neurons that are directly connected from the brain to the eyes.

"Interesting," Ray sneered, curling his lips as he observed her. He could tell she wasn't lying—more like she didn't dare to.

"Can… Can you spare me?" Natalia's voice trembled, her eyes filled with genuine horror.

"That depends on your sincerity." Ray casually ripped apart the chains binding her.

The moment she was freed, she obediently bowed her head to the ground, leaning toward his leg.

"You've finally become sensible," he chuckled, giving her a meaningful look.

Natalia immediately shuddered. "If I had made even a single movement, it would have been the death of me."

She knew, even if she could send Ray to the illusion realm, there was no way to escape. The door was locked—there was no escape.

Ray knew all too well what was going through Natalia's mind. After all, she was once the woman he had loved. Unfortunately, things hadn't progressed back then, not even to the point where he knew her real name while they were in the military together.

She was a woman who bore grudges, and though she was being submissive now, Ray knew that resentment still simmered deep within her soul. He didn't care for her love now.

Even though she hadn't killed Aurora with her own hands, she had played a vital role in her death, and for that, she would have to pay, one way or another.

Ray was painfully aware that if he hadn't been strong enough, the consequences could have been far more catastrophic—but that was a scenario we will never know.

"Now, it's your turn," Ray said, his gaze shifting to Violet, the general's daughter. He smiled, a smile that mirrored the one he had given Natalia, filled with cold and calculated intent.

Violet immediately shuddered with a horrified expression, especially after witnessing Natalia's treatment and the consequence of having an eye gouged out.

"I can do anything, just don't do that…" Her purple hair flowed down her shoulder, shaking along with her entire trembling body.

"I like your despair." Ray walked up close to her, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness. There was a deep craze hidden in his eyes, fueled by rage.

He propped her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes, and Ray saw the deep fear etched in her gaze, completely freezing her in place.

Ray casually grabbed the chains and pulled them apart, and Violet immediately fell to the ground, grovelling like Natalia.

Although Violet's involvement in the military wasn't as extensive as Natalia's, she was certainly a willing participant, so Ray would never be gentle or kind to her.

Ray sat in the chair again, remaining silent as he slowly began counting down from ten to one.

"Ten."

"What is he doing?" Violet wondered, confusion clouding her mind as she struggled to ascertain what Ray was thinking of.

"Nine."

But as Ray continued counting down, the trembling in her heart didn't stop. It felt as if, once Ray reached zero, she would die.

Her heart sped up, pounding so loudly that she could hear it without making a single movement.

At this time, Natalia crawled up to Ray, gritting her teeth.

She reached for his pants, attempting to pull them down, but Ray swatted her hand away with a loud clap of flesh ringing out in the dark room only lighted by the dim candle light.

"You have no right to use your hands," Ray spoke coldly.

"Yes," Natalia nodded desperately, her hand already red and imprinted with the mark of his slap, as if it had been broken. But she didn't dare delay, slowly raising her head to open his pants.

"Eight," Ray continued counting down, his gaze cold as he looked at her.

With Natalia as an example, Violet also immediately crawled toward him, helping her pull down his pants.

"Seven."

They grew even more desperate at the sound of Ray's apathetic voice, hurrying in their task.

"Six."

Finally, with both of their efforts, they managed to pull his pants down slightly, revealing his underwear.

A masculine scent immediately wafted into their noses, making their expressions tense and uneasy.

"Five."

Natalia sprang into action, taking hold of a small part of his underwear and barely managing to flip it.

When they saw Ray's "dragon," their eyes widened in horror.

Even though it was still dormant, its length and girth made them question their choices.

"Can that even fit inside me?"

Both of them thought the same thing simultaneously.

There was an undeniable dominance in the air, emanating from Ray's thing, as if his sheer size could overwhelm them.

"Four."

Hearing that Ray was still counting down, they were immediately horrified. Natalia acted first, slowly opening her cherry lips to take him in.

"Hot," Natalia thought the moment her lips touched his "dragon." A searing pain shot through her, but she didn't dare to hesitate.

Slowly, she extended her head forward, taking him into her mouth. However, before she could reach the base, she began to gag.

Even though Ray's "dragon" wasn't fully awake, it still caused her to choke.

"You're not the best, but you can be taught with some practice," Ray finally said, holding her head in place as she tried to pull back.

The more she struggled to retreat, the more Ray forced her to take him deeper, causing tears to fill her eyes.